Reply #2: My crack house story [View All]

[GOPisEvil]

I'm doing investigations in the area of food stamp and welfare fraud. I am heading to the house of someone suspected of not telling our dept. the truth. She lives in a duplex. I am not sure which unit she lives in because they aren't labeled. So I head over to the one on the left (with my partner).

First, the door has no knobs or locks - just holes where the knobs and locks WERE. I knock.

Disembodied voice - Put your money through the hole.
Me - Hunh?
DV - PUT YOUR MONEY THROUGH THE HOLE.
Me - Uh, um, no - I'm looking for (name of individual).
DV - Ohhh - she lives next door.
Me - Oh, do you have a minute to answer a quick question or two. I'm from the food stamp office (shows badge to hole in door).
*sounds of 3 or 4 locks*
DV (now embodied) - Yeah, what do you want to know.

We have a pleasant chat, and I leave for the unit next door. The lady isn't home. Since there's a big shade tree out front of the house across the street, my partner and I do some paperwork. We notice cars coming up to the first unit, the transaction, and then they leave. Gee, I wonder what was going on THERE! :D